Also, as the combat developed, it was clear that he had a hand as steady as his eye.

What was more, his wrist had superb strength and flexibility; it was as enduring and vital as the forefoot and ankle of a tiger.

As a pair they were certainly notable, and would give a good account of themselves.
No one of temperament who observed the scene could ever forget it.

The light was perfect--evenly distributed, clear enough to permit accuracy of distance in a stroke.

The air was still, gently bracing, and, like most Irish air, adorably sweet.
The spot chosen for the fight was a sort of avenue between great trees, whose broad leaves warded off the direct sun, and whose shade had as yet no black shadows.